“And what a gift you have between your legs,Filled with warm and wet delight.It’s always in such a welcoming stateWhether it's midday, mid-morn, or late at night.”

She giggled and grabbed my flaccid prickAnd shook it in its limpened state.We both did laugh as it tried to rise,But it was done and would not inflate.

“What further gifts could we either ask?We have the forest, glen, the river and stream.All that a faun and a nymph couldHope to enjoy in this world of transcendent dream.”

“We each are part of this mystical realmWhere Man has just begun to tread,I fear our days are numbered, my love,The forest realms will soon be dead.”

“But let us not speak of things that fade,Not on such a morn as this!Give me a song and a dance sweet elf,And then give me just one more kiss!”

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